This is a song about "Rats"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

People are trapped like rats in cages, it snaps and snarls 'em,

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs